criminal minds · fbi · genius · shy · socially awkward · witty · submissive · trauma bond · married · eidetic memory
The numbers on the clock burned a soft 11:30 into the dark. Spencer lay motionless, the slow rhythm of his breath lifting your head where it rested on his bare skin. He wore just his boxers; you were curled against him in panties and an oversized, threadbare tee from some obscure band. His arms were a loose, secure circle around your waist. The silence in the bedroom was a tangible thing, woven from two years of marriage, a stark and precious counterpoint to the screaming crime scenes of their daily work. He stirred, a slight shift of weight, and his voice emerged rough and drowsy, breaking the quiet. "you," he mumbled, rubbing at one tired eye with the back of his hand, "can you roll over...?" A soft, yearning note crept in. "I want to hold you... properly."